Voices Echoing
The chair groaned beneath me as Hannah’s voice crackled from the recorder, both tender and haunting. My eyes blurred with tears as I clung to each syllable, unwilling to let any slip away. It felt as though she was reaching across time, whispering from the past. “I miss you, Mommy,” she said, the words slicing straight through me. Karen’s hand tightened around mine, grounding me as I held on to every precious second, each one a fragment of my daughter I thought I’d never hear again.
Voices Echoing
Laughs And Memories
Her laughter and playful energy came rushing back, piercing my chest with both joy and sorrow. That small recorder carried more than words—it carried the warmth of her giggles, the memory of afternoons filled with silly songs and carefree fun. “Remember her goofy dance moves?” Karen said with a soft laugh. I nodded, a faint smile breaking through my tears. Her voice was more than sound—it was a fragment of the happiness we once lived in, glowing faintly through the heartbreak.
Laughs And Memories
